On Sunday, Ron called her in for a weekend shift. Fuck.
Grumpy and unwilling to put her all in, Sakura drifted through her duties with as little effort as possible. Heedless of her faceless fellow doctors. And the shadowy outlines of nurses assigned to assist her. By the second hour, she escaped to the bathroom.
After doing her business and thoroughly cleaning herself, she noticed something odd. She'd claimed one of the bathroom stalls as her mecca of that moment. And in that kingdom, she found that the wall behind the toilet was made of wood.
Nothing rich or fancy, just cheap plywood. The temporary stuff set up to block out a construction project. Flimsy and easy to remove. Common sense told her there couldn't be anything special there. Nothing more than wires and pipes like everywhere else.
But curiosity won out. And she found a door handle bolted to the plywood. Somehow she knew to pull up on it. And she wasn't surprised when the cover door slid into the ceiling above. And stayed there despite a lack of apparent hardware. Common sense would have driven her to ask why this all worked the way it did. But the treasure she found behind the door, behind the toilet. It filled her tired heart with joy.
She found a machine. A standing frame of steel tubes suspending an extremely large pump. Like the sort mothers used to express while breastfeeding. But much, much bigger. A great rubber reservoir dangled from its underside like a giant's scrotum. Clear rubber showed her the syrupy liquid contained inside. An unknown substance eerily similar to silicone jelly.. By instinct she pressed her face to the squishy tank. She caught a tiny whiff of the delicious potion inside. Sensual enough to stiffen her nipples to the point of kinky pain.
A pair of clear cups hung from the pump's top. Connected by long looping lengths of rubber hoses. The moment she picked them up. A soft hiss from each cup deployed a tiny needle. A needle whose tip pearled with the clear gel. Then it retracted again. Leaving the droplets behind. Sakura knew it was a bad idea, but she wasn't in control anymore.
She saw the name 'Silicone Sucker' inscribed on the machine's top. And a switch below it marked like the following:
[EXTRACT] and REVERSE
She flipped the pump to reverse. And then jammed the palm-sized cups over her pouty glasscutters.
Ouch<3
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The needles penetrated her nipples. And then sudden suction stuffed some more of her pale titflesh into the cups. Sensations alien to her conventional sexuality, but so very nice~ Sakura hit the big green button labeled ON.
Shuuuuuuuummmm!
Breathy, its blows were loud and industrial. Fluid trickled into Sakura's nipples. Into her breasts. She gasped at its coldness, but horny heat within her chest warmed the liquid. Slow… so slow… Her precious boobs plumped by a mere inch.
"Noooo… come onnnn~" Sakura whined. "You can go faster than that…"
As if the machine heard her, the torrent began. Warmth gushed into her at frightful speed. It felt wonderful. Like a water balloons plugged to a hose, she swelled. Silicone filled her tits but the molten pulsating ecstasy of it flooded the whole of her slim, convulsing frame. Suddenly she felt weightless, pressure built between her legs. Desperate she bent at the waist and braced her arms on the toilet's rim.
She felt her tits grow. She felt her skin stretch. Easy as latex and with no pain. Only the ever increasing, delectable weight on her strong shoulders. Within moments her mouthwatering boobs doubled in size. No longer bosoms but bazookas. Tits so huge they filled all the space between her arms. Pooled on the toilet rim. But still they grew, sheer sloshy weight tugged them back toward her legs. Until they slid back off. Heavier and heavier by burdensome inches of titflesh.
Distantly Sakura heard a guttural moan. The mating groan of a female holstein in heat. Close to her, very close. She realized she was the source of the sound.
Jarred by pump after pump of the gel into her exponential boobs. She rocked on her flimsy stiletto heels. Back and forward as if a man were pummeling her from behind. A lewd act which made her ridiculous, hose plugged udders sway with their growth.
Heavy… heavy…. Soooo heavy~ Her knees buckled, and she knelt like a horny worshipper. Short skirt pulled up by the spread of her legs. But everything it showed down there hidden from her eyes by the ridiculous volume of tit exploding off her torso. She'd blown past the end of the alphabet. No longer weightless melons but hefty teardrops all a-slosh with fluid. They hung with perky defiance past her hips now. A portion of their volume taking up all the space between her thighs. Which she could barely see around their upward swells.
"Oh yeah…~ That's the stuff. Come on babies. Grow for mama." Sakura spread her hands wide and squeezed her ridiculous bosoms. She felt them gurgle and swell with more growth. Lifted them with all her grunting strength and then dropped them like waterbeds. They weren't even close to done. High on dopamine, she slapped one and giggled at the pond ripples across its surface.
When they reached the size of bean bag chairs she fell forward onto them. Cushioned via her own flesh, she giggled even more. Hearts in her eyes as she swished herself back and forth on her mammoth mammaries. Arms hugging boobies for balance and her shins still on the cold floor.
"Mmm<3 Boobies boobies boobies~ Big big boobies~" She sang. Badly off-key but who was counting?
It wasn't until her tits smushed again the stall's sides that she began to worry.
"H-hey… wait a sec… How'm I gonna… Gonna… Thingy…?" Sakura shook the sweet venom off her brain. "Gah! No wait! This is too big! I can't move like this!"
This needed to stop, now. A surge of adrenaline hit her. Sakura dove her hands for the nipple cups. But no matter how she strained. No matter how deep she pincered her arms around her XL yoga ball tits; she couldn't reach the cups.
"No… no no no! Shit! Shit!" Sakura whined, afraid now. And ashamed of her hips humping the decadent masses her tits had become.
Then another growth surge came, and she felt her feet leave the floor. Plastic groaned, the stall was pushed past its structural limits. The growth came in pulsations now. Rapid and relentless. The ridiculous force of her inflating breasts pushed her higher and higher. Until her kicking feet were visible over the stall.
"Noooo~ Please stop<3" Her pleas came out truly lascivious now. Spoken by gasping lips. Accentuated by arcs of her sleek back.
"I can't go out like this! I look like a freak!" Sakura begged.
Bigger.
"I can't even walk with these things!"
Bigger!
"Please… Pleeeeaaase don't make me any bigger~"
BIGGER!
Sakura passed the top of the stall. The damn burst, screws snapped, the stall blew apart like someone had dumped an m80 down the pipes. Airborne through sheer volume of tit, Sakura felt herself fly. Hover closer and closer to the ceiling. Until her back hit it and she stopped rising.
And yet the growth still came. She saw the Silicone Sucker's reservoir far, far from empty. Cup size by cup size. Hour by hour. And orgasm by squirty orgasm, she felt her tits fill the room. Now her body was nothing more than an afterthought next to their apocalyptic volume.
Eventually, her boobs covered everything. And the more she gre the more the pressure between her legs swelled. Wet and sticky, built up because her legs were jammed closed between her tits now. And no matter how hard she tried she couldn't spread them to relieve the—
Fuck… Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!
Sakura felt the bubble in her womb pop. A deluge of cream to soak her thighs. Every pulse of growth from her tits squeezed her legs. Which in turn squeezed her pussy. And touched off the orgasmic hair trigger her cunt her become. Within moments her brain melted to a consistency akin to her breasts, stupid wobbly jelly. Glaze-eyed and dopamine drunk she licked circles on her mountainous tits. Mewling with rolled back eyes like an unmilked dairy cow in heat.